Boom! Boom boom!

The deep night sky was ignited by endless flames, as if countless stars were falling at this moment.

In the fire, every explosion was accompanied by a deafening roar, like landslides and cracks.

The rocks were blown up at this moment and turned into stone chips and dust flying all over the sky.

The shock waves generated by the explosion tear everything around them apart, forming ripples that are visible to the naked eye.

The air was filled with pungent smoke and the burning smell of trees.

Such an explosion lasted until the early morning. The Japanese bomber formation dropped at least a dozen tons of explosives, and the Japanese fighter jets also fired at least tens of thousands of bullets.

The Japanese left with satisfaction, leaving only the mess everywhere and the burning trees.

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The sun slowly rose and shone on the walls of Phoenix City, dyeing the walls a golden color.

Dragon Boat Festival stretched out and came out of a wing room in the city lord's mansion. Looking at the smoke from the distance, he couldn't help but smile.

The Japanese broke the Japanese all night and actually exploded a lonely one. Phoenix City was unscathed, but instead, a forest two kilometers away was blown up beyond recognition.

It turned out that just after the Japanese left the first bombing of Phoenix City, the Dragon Boat Festival asked Ma Ping'an to light lanterns two kilometers away from Phoenix City, and used the terrain, with the help of some wooden boards, the construction waste that was blown up in Phoenix City, the burned wood, etc., to forge a Phoenix City.

This project is not small, but not large. Because Dragon Boat Festival did not replicate Phoenix City one-to-one, but reduced it to one-fifth of the size of Phoenix City.

It can also be said that this is a mini-shaped Phoenix City, and things built like houses are even more shoddy than shoddy. They don’t even need nails, just pile up a few pieces of wood to make the house.

Or just throw a few burned wood into pieces and pretend to be ruins.

But it was precisely such a shoddy mini-type Phoenix City that easily tricked the Japanese into it.

Of course, the Japanese are not fools. If they were during the day, they could definitely easily tell which one was the real Phoenix City.

But unfortunately, their air strikes were at night.

So when the real Phoenix City fell into darkness, the Japanese could only treat the shoddy Phoenix City as the real Phoenix City and exploded overnight.

The result was that Phoenix City was safe and sound, and she slept well all night on Dragon Boat Festival.

So, when Ma Ping'an saw the Dragon Boat Festival early in the morning, he laughed: "Brother Ye, your method is really effective. The Japanese bombed it all night, and I don't know how many bombs were dropped. I gave it to us to hear it."

Dragon Boat Festival said unconsciously: "This is just daily operations, it's no big deal. We have to build some air defense weapons to be the main thing. And I think we should open the arsenal."

When Ma Ping'an heard this, he became serious: "Then where are we going to use air defense weapons? Are we going to find Macrof?"

Dragon Boat Festival said in a bit embarrassingly: "If you get air defense weapons from Maklov, you don't know when. The air defense guns are too large and transport aircraft are not convenient for transportation. But Lao Pan, you remind me that when there is a conflict between the Soviet Union and the Japanese, we have to start as soon as possible. At this time, the Soviet Union's weapons and equipment must be sold at a cheap and good price."

"good!"

Ma Ping'an also felt that what Dragon Boat Festival said made sense. If he didn't take advantage of this time, he would probably not have such a good deal when the Soviet Union and the Japanese finished fighting the Zhanggufeng battle.

The weapons that Marklov sent them last time were completely sold and delivered.

So the Dragon Boat Festival and Ma Ping'an didn't even eat breakfast, and before washing their faces, they plunged into the communication room and began to contact Macrof.

At this time, Maklov was still fighting with the Japanese in the Zhanggufeng area, and this battle was destined to be very tragic.

The sky was reflected in the early morning by artillery fire, and the earth kept making wails under heavy artillery, as if every explosion was on the earth's body, tearing a wound.

The Soviets lined up in neat rows, nesting in the trenches with a solemn expression, waiting for the trumpet of charge.

After half an hour of continuous artillery fire, the sound of the horn of charge suddenly sounded, and Soviet soldiers instantly jumped out of the trenches and launched a fierce charge towards the Japanese positions.

Their figures appeared and disappeared in the smoke of gunpowder, and their roars shocked the entire Zhang Gufeng, just as Zhang Gufeng was their land.

The same is true for those Japanese devils, who regarded Zhang Gufeng as the land of his Great Japanese Imperial Army.

They also rushed out of the trenches with heart-wrenching roars and shot each other wildly with the Soviets.

Tanks and armored vehicles also began to roar, and they rushed around the battlefield like giant steel beasts.

Boom! Boom!

The explosion of grenades and the explosion of shells have been in full swing again.

During the explosion, flesh and blood were flying everywhere, including Japanese devils and Soviets.

At this time, both sides seemed to have forgotten their life and death, and all they left was to kill the enemy and be killed by the enemy.

In this battle, there was no retreat, no fear, only the desire for victory and the hatred of the enemy, and both sides had reached the point of never ending.

Such a high-intensity battle has lasted for several days, and both sides have paid an extremely heavy price.

When the Dragon Boat Festival was generating electricity for Maklov, Maklov was taking advantage of the front battlefield in full swing and attacking a high ground on the north side of Zhanggu Peak.

But no results were achieved, but more than 30 soldiers died.

Marklov was about to report to his chief, but he did not expect that a correspondent soldier would find him and say there was a telegram from China.

Marklof thought for a moment and asked his adjutant to report, while he went directly to the communication room.

He guessed that the telegram from China should have been sent from Dragon Boat Festival. He was asking for advice on Dragon Boat Festival.

After a while, Marklof came to the communication room and came to one of the workstations with the communication soldiers.

The communication soldier immediately stood up and saluted Macklov. Because Macklov was a colonel with a higher rank than him, otherwise such an important communication room would not be able to enter.

Marklof signaled the other party to sit down and asked: "Did he say who he is from the Chinese call?"

The correspondent quickly replied: "He said his surname was Ma and he was familiar with Chief Marklov."

"kindness!"

Marklof nodded because he was right in guessing that the other party was indeed Dragon Boat Festival.

Moreover, he also knew something about Dragon Boat Festival and Ma Ping'an before. They came to the Northeast but did not want to be known.

Of course, this has nothing to do with him. What he wants to know most now is how to defeat the Japanese on Zhang Gufeng.
Chapter completed!